Monday, April 5, 2010

Disappearances are the hotbed of anguish. Often than not the despair resides in the hearts of those who are widowed by nonattendance, where it throbs and branches out like springtime tendrils searching for answers or apologies. The absentee, no matter how valid the reasons, or how urgent the manner of departure will always leave a bruise while carrying with him a pouch of guilt that can only be mended by homecomings.

And the valiant viceroy of verbosity finally returns. How opportune that this occurs at Easter (Pasko ng Pagka-buhay).

Your livid verbatim have been sorely missed sir. Your stark, uncompromising perspectives and blatant in-your-face assertions that are often so sharp even Kris Aquino would blush. Your voyeuristic audience have long yearned for any morsel of your exquisite extrapolations, and explicit indentations.

I do hope you regain the prolific momentum we have come to endear to much. The gravity of your absence too palpable, hollow, and abysmal that words will undoubtedly fail to encapsulate the sullen void your hiatus have brought.

Welcome back sir, may itineraries afford you the capacity to further feed our voracious appetite for your literature.

SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION

Citing shameless self-promotion, loudcloud states for the record no discomfort in admitting having no trouble in the self-esteem department. He is possessed of a megalomaniac’s confidence, much to the loathing of many; unleashes an inner fascist when needed to offset being mild-mannered in real life; wields sarcasm, a mordant sense of humor, and jaundiced viewpoint on almost everything mainly to avoid boredom and poke fun on idiocy or absurdity of everything. Inexplicably he ONLY plunks his iPod in his pants right front pocket. Addicted to hysterical outrageous conversations, smart banters, interesting people & an anomalous attachment to color blue. He squanders underpaid earnings into a mounting collection of books, CDs, DVDs, and magazines, resulting to ignored bills, which renders Meralco people irritable. He strongly believes Bill Watterson plagiarized his childhood in Calvin & Hobbes and misleads people into thinking True Love is best essayed in charmingly warped strip, Krazy Kat. He hallucinates most times, a natural consequence of overcaffeination. Essential because he is a chronic insomniac. He blogs to authenticate his deep insecurities.